You can’t spell jobs … without b.s.
Thursday, February 28th, 2008 Michael Mackie
At PlattForm, a typical week for me is anything but. If I were hard-pressed to give someone a straight answer about what my job entails, they’d think I was losing my ever-loving mind.
Monday: Casting Agent
I spent most of Monday arranging mass auditions for up-and-coming new talent. In the industry, it’s called a Cattle Call. Basically, you herd a bunch of pretty people in to a building and shock ‘em with a cattle prod until they can act for you. And while some are wildly attractive, they usually can’t speak to save their life. Pretty, yes. Intelligible, no.
Tuesday: Julie, Your Cruise Director
Looks like I’m going to be on the road a majority of March and April. Hello, DC! Hello, NY! Hello, uh, Dayton! Traveling is always fun … but not when you have to coordinate schedules with your crew. Who’s responsible for packing the lighting equipment? Did I book a rental car? Crap … there had better be two beds in this hotel room. Which one of you is allergic to shellfish? Ah yes, it’s like taking your dysfunctional family on the road.
Wednesday: Musical Director
“The music you chose sounds too Italian-y … and I need it more France-y or German-y or Europe-y”, said a client. Thus, I spent a majority of my day going back and forth about what type of music to add to a new culinary campaign. I finally settled on a tune called “French Kiss” until someone decided it sounded like bad porn music and made me change it. Sacré Bleu!
Thursday: Contract Negotiator
I’ve come down with a horrendous case of pink eye … which, of course, is the first stage before the dreaded Red Eye. Both of which are horribly contagious. So off I traipse to the doctor who dutifully prescribes antibiotic eye drops. He suggests I work from home. I told him I can’t because I have my annual salary review with the Chief Financial Officer. When offered my raise, I immediately started tearing up – but not because of the offer, but because conjunctivitis turns my eyeball in to a sieve.
Friday: Publishing Magnate
Stop the presses! Literally! One of the Board Members wants to become a contributing columnist for a national magazine. How or why is completely irrelevant at this point. Just get her in print FAST! I immediately start sweet-talking every editor I know. And I’m reduced to using my oh-so fakey phone voice. You know, the voice you use when you have to get your way. If you heard me on the phone, you’d literally swoon. If you saw me in person, you’d wonder why the hell I’m wearing an eye patch.
So there you go. Oh and I wrote, produced and directed a few commercials in my downtime … which is my real job here at PlattForm. As you can tell, I have to wear a lot of hats. We all do. It’s the nature of the beast in the advertising industry. And you can bet after work on Friday, I’ll gladly be playing bartender the rest of the weekend.







